Right now I am in an unhappy limbo. I had settled into an existence where I had adjusted to a life alone, one where my companion was physically inaccessible but still there verbally ( Read more... )

It's 13 degrees here in Anchorage right now. That's about par for the course here in Alaska in Februrary.

But today I go to Dallas.

The high there today is SEVENTY NINE.

And tomorrow?

EIGHTY SIX.

It's FEBRUARY.

Did Texas not get the memo?

I could use something a little lighthearted right about now, so here's some Amusing Geekery:

A couple of weeks before the birth of his second daughter, I asked my previously featured co-worker what name they had selected for her ( Read more... )

Following quickly on the heels of yesterday's bad news about Jake, I got the news that I had been dreading for several weeks now: my Grandma had passed away as well ( Read more... )

Jake Moose Moore 1993-2006


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Things are not looking good in Iraq. This does not surprise me ( Read more... )

After considering this for, oh, at least six years, I finally went ahead and did it ( Read more... )

Because writing this could probably get me in trouble, I am going to disclaimer right now:

I neither mind nor dislike sharing lanes with people in the pool. What I mind is a total lack of situational awareness and a lack of consideration for other swimmers.(I should make a note to those of you who may not be terribly interested in a swimming ( Read more... )

Last night I sat down and tried -- really, truly tried -- to write an ode of sorts to Cory. Unfortunately, last night was one of those nights when my brain simply didn't understand why he has to be so far away when my motives for wanting him here are so simple. It happens every once in a while when I'm really tired and missing him and it usually ( Read more... )

As I left my house for swimming this morning, I was looking at the ground as I often do because it helps prevent me from slipping and falling on my ass on the ice.

I immediately recognized some feet in the snow that were definitely not Stacey feet. They were definitely moose feet.

Moosages! In my yard! SWEET!